Friday, June 3, 2011

Because enough is never quite enough.


Why does the world seem to function on something so mundane as labels. I mean, I understand what it's like to want need to be in control of one's own life...but not everything needs to be labelled immediately. If one's goal is to take risks, why end a good thing? If every time is a failure except the last time, why be so afraid of it that you end it prematurely? I guess my perspective on 'risk taking' is diverse from the rest of the worlds'. Don't be too confident when someone tells you they like you; the real question is...until when? Because frankly, just like seasons, people change and so do feelings.



Best thing for anyone to do at this point is to launch oneself unabashedly into a book. Any book at all. The History Boys had it right when they said, "The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours". As of late, the author that seems to accomplish this most effectively for me is John Green. Ironically, he also had something equally as applicable to The History Boys' quote, "Maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting". I've found [while composing this blog] that more than half of what I write is quote-based. Sometimes this concerns me...am I simply unable to formulate my own thoughts and ideas? I consider this and decide against it. The quotes I read and reapply are just far more articulate than I could ever come up with. More often than not, the things I read appear to me as something that I could just as easily have said myself [or at least thought]. Again, John Green covers this, "It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things".

Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If yo do this, you work [and theft] will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don't bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take things to".

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person. Back to being an eccedentesiast for a while.





Ich errate, dass ich dieses Bit nicht gemacht habe, reinigt vor ein paar Monaten:
Wenn Sie sich in mich verlieben werden, ist es nur gerecht, dass Sie wissen, was Sie sich in verlieben. Sie verlieben sich in meine Unsicherheiten, und meine Besessenheit mit Versuch, zu lösen, was jeder an mich denkt. Sie verlieben sich in meine Unreife, mein beständiges Bedürfnis, geliebt und geschätzten, meine hyperaktiven Rissleitungen, meine Internetbesessenheit, meine Tendenz zu fühlen, zu anhänglich zu sein. ..You Sturz verliebt in meinem gestörten vorbei, meine Hoffnungen und Träume, und wie ich ein hoffnungsloses bin, das romantisch ist an Herzen. Wenn Sie sich in mich verlieben, verlieben sich Sie in meinen Selbst-hass und meine ganzen Unvollkommenheiten und meine Empfindung, dass niemand je mich lieben könnte. Aber Sie verlieben sich auch in den Weg meine Augen wird lächeln, wenn ich mit Ihnen bin, der Weg den ich werde simsen Sie, der morgens nur Ihnen erzählt, dass ich hoffe, dass Sie einen großen Tag haben. Sie verlieben sich in die gelegentlich lustigen bzw. nachdenklich stimmenden Dinge, die ich sage, und der Weg, den ich errötet, wenn Leute mich um Sie fragen. Aber zu mir, wird das wichtigste Ding sein, dass Sie sich in mich verlieben, trotz mein Denkens, dass es unmöglich ist. 



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